*sample*
It's not good any more. It's a cash bar. 25 dollars
You're a f**ing ugly b**h. I want to stab you to d**h, and then play around with your blood
[Necro]
Yo word up get the f**ing mop
Ain't bout to leave all your f**in blood on the floor. b**h we will..
[Hook]
Spill your blood on the concrete
Split your mug and let you leak
Holding guns and rolling deep
Psycho thugs you don't want beef
[Mr. Hyde]
When Mr. Hyde enters the room you'll reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a f**er rough enough or tough enough to step it
And God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to d**h
I'll Hook a right and a left my jooks will spike in your flesh
But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest
Ya'll are thinkin that you're thugs I'mma split open your jugs
Rather spit at you with slugs than kick and get blood on my Lugs
Never acted f**in' nice, like to hack and cut, and slice
If you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packin a 380
After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades
But I'm still grippin' the heat sprayin off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of hell
See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm Damien with the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid sh**
And if you disrespect you'll probably see a troop of kids
They'll be marchin to your door strappin' hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the gore
[Hook]
[Mr. Hyde]
My sick thoughts'll provoke a pitchfork in your throat
You'll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse didn't float
There's too many holes in it, your flesh and your clothes are ripped
From head to toes you're bit, food for the chosen fish
Shut up and slice it's time to cut up and dice
I'll drink every last gulp wasting blood isn't nice
When I'm going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughter
Just shed some f**in' fluid and induce the rigormortis
Your pulse rate'll cease as I'm unloadin' my shotty
Then wait for the police to come and catch a boneless body
It's a bad afternoon when you're stabbed with the spoon
Jab 'til ya wounds filter laughter, it's June
I'm trudging through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs
After my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbs
You can beg me but earnestly your life ain't concernin' me
The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity
[Hook]
[Mr. Hyde]
Yo that's right you little f**in b**hes it's Mr. Hyde in your grill
I'll spill your f**in blood. MCC will spill your f**in blood
Psycho+logical spills your f**in blood
Junkyard dog will spill your f**in blood
Fat motherf**in Pat will spill your f**in blood
Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full
Of cats blood mother f**ers is not playing. 2004